I wake up to the reality of my dreams
To find you woven in every moment, it seems.
Life goes on... simple, sedate;
I seem content enough with my fate.
I wake up to the reality of my reality
To find your presence, now mere anonymity.
Life carries on... simple, sedate;
I've come to terms with my fate.
Then there are days when the lines seem to blur.
Are you my dream or my reality, I cannot know for sure.
Life inches along... simple, sedate;
I wonder if I wandered into someone else's fate.
PS. Written for anyone who can identify with having to live with the loss of a loved one.
Roshni D'Souza
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blurred-lines/
